The sky is dark but the sun is high   Venus fly trap: the apple of your eye   I was so close; maybe I was too bold   This city's streets are paved with Fool's gold   Your blank face feigns ignorance poorly   I'm still waiting for the rest of the story      CHORUS:   Mannequins filing in and out blaming   Consequences on nobody worth naming   Everything to lose and nothing to gain, it's   Getting worse   There's nothing left      All these puppets come off the production line   Don't be late because it's coming up to nine   Can't you see you're trapped in this enclosure?   I've suffered from the regular exposure   Artificial street lights seem to fool the people   Black clouds brew over the feeble      CHORUS:   Mannequins filing in and out blaming   Consequences on nobody worth naming   Everything to lose and nothing to gain, it's   Getting worse   There's nothing left